Faithful to uncertain clarity

Tales of a travel

This world is an interesting place. All the things around us, even our feelings are relative to certain standards. Beauty, kindness, wealth or anything that we perceive is relative to our previous knowledge about them.

A few days back i visited a valley surrounded by low altitude rocky mountains. There was nothing special except the tale that Alexander of Macedonia took his last breath at that place and some parts of his body are buried there. Rocks stretched across the valley and a sleek road moved on their belly like a long grey snake. Shepherds were monitoring their cattle and doves cooed on the transmission lines. Calm prevailed in the air and finches flew from one keekar tree to another, indifferent to the historical importance of the place as they don’t have to attend schools where teachers make sure to stuff each and every student’s mind; with all the unnecessary information that they consider important. There were some cute butterflies kissing the dry blades of grass; busy in an unending chase. In the west, rocks opened into a vast gate of sand stretching to the upside-down wave of mountains. Sun was hanging a few inches above that brown wave. I sat on the sand and watched the yellow disc gradually disappearing behind the distant mountains. Angels hurried down from the heavens and covered the sky with an amethyst sheet.